And I’m not talking about the bushes and plants…
During our stay at the Rover’s Roost SKP park outside Casa Grande, Arizona, we spent some time walking stretches of the desert that bordered the park. We’d heard jaw-dropping stories about the illegal foot traffic through the area, stories that we hadn’t heard in Yuma which is so much closer to the Mexican border.
“Be careful who you open your RV door to,” someone at the SKP park said. “They’ll knock on your door and ask you to call Border Patrol.”
“What? Why would they do that?” we asked.
“Because they’ve made their delivery and they’re ready for their free meal and ride back to the border,” we were told.
It was enough to make Ellen start carrying her handgun on hikes, too! So armed, we ventured into hot desert to see what we could see.
Thinking we would spot birds and maybe a critter or two, we were dumbfounded to find a whole different world than we expected.
We weren’t too surprised to find evidence of local parties…
…and even something like this makes sense if you think of the number of homeless people who need to bed down anywhere:
But trashing the desert…. that’s another thing entirely.
No wonder we saw this sign: